I glanced at Alessio to see that he was preparing to step in so Matteo didn’t lose it.
“Yourfather is the reason,” Enzo answered. “Carmine.Heis the one who caused you pain. Everyone else just tried to save what was left.”
Matteo’s nostrils flared with his anger. Alessio reached out and rested a hand on Matteo’s shoulder. I sat forward. Lorenzo was not wrong, but it wasn’t something Matteo was ready to see reason on.
Yet.
I did hope someday the pieces would fall into place for him in a way that could help him to heal.
Before violence could break out, Alessandro returned.
“He said he has no information to give.” Alessandro sat and rubbed his eyes. “That the slate is clear, but if anything comes up, he will reach out. He said he will be looking into it.”
Matteo nodded and rapped his knuckles on the table. “So be it. Horsemen.” He stood, and we followed. “You have an open channel with Alessandro and Alessio. If information arises, I agree to inform you, and I hope that you return in kind. If she isn’t found soon, or is found dead, I will kill you all. Have a nice day.”
He didn’t stay to get input. That wasn’t Matteo’s style. Once he spoke, he was done.
We followed him outside. Alessandro walked past us. I watched him for a moment before I followed him to his car.
“Alessandro,” I called out.
He stopped, his back to me, and let his shoulders sag for a moment before turning to face me.
“I am not in the mood, Klaus,” he said as his friend got out of the car.
I paid that man no mind and focused on Alessandro.
“I never wanted her to get hurt,” I said softly.
“Well, she probably is,” he answered. “And if she is, I don’t care if you’re my father’s friend. I will kill you.”
He backed away from me, leaving me to watch him.
He got into his car and squealed away, leaving me to stand on the sidewalk.
“He is upset,” Matteo said, resting his hand on my shoulder. “Once we find her, all will be well.”
“I hope so,” I whispered.
“Come, brother. We have work to do.” Matteo walked back to the SUV, and I looked to the sky.
“Come back to me, hummingbird,” I choked out. “Please, baby. God, please bring her home.”
I closed my eyes and breathed out before turning and going back to the SUV.
I wouldn’t stop looking until I found her.
That much I knew. If God couldn’t bring her back to me, then I’d become the fucking devil.
30
MATTEO
One week.
We looked everywhere for Rosalie.
Nothing.
